In my loneliest hours,
I let her cower,
the soldier, who can fight for so long
who cries and yearns that she be more strong.
The world is no longer the same,
with its cunning tricks and wicked games,
take me from this place I cannot avoid,
and drown me within the awaiting void.
The only person who will remain by my side,
through every low and every high,
from the day of my birth to when I die
is no one else but truly I.
Image courtesy of Milan Popovic